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[center][h1][color=B37097]Pandora Quill[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Wichita, Kansas - Motel
Skills: Lockpicking[/I][/center]
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Pandora felt in the boy a kindred spirit. After all, she had been adopted too. She didn't give two licks about her real parents though. After all, they most likely didn't care about her if they left her to be adopted by someone else. Pandora took the kid's hand with a firm shake. [color=B37097]"Pandora. Pleasure."[/color] With pleasantries out of the way, she enjoyed the remaining bits of her candy bar before she helped herself to a soda can.

[color=B37097]"Far be it from me to tell you what to do kid, but I was adopted also. I don't really care to know who my real parents were or are. If they are still alive, they haven't bothered to reach out so screw them. And if they are dead well...what good is it to know that? You have that option and I don't know your adoptive parents, but I know parents screw up. They may just be trying their best. Cut them some slack. Ultimately, the choice is yours."[/color]

She sipped her soda, waiting to hear what Tristan thought. She didn't know why she was still there. The kid was kind of growing on her.